“Well, probably not, but damn it, can’t you feel the tension between us?”
She said nothing as she looked at me. She opened her mouth to respond when suddenly the front driver’s side door opened along with the passenger side front door and both officers slid inside.
“Alright you two, let’s get you down to the station and booked.”
“Booked? As in staying for the night?” The gorgeous woman beside me asked, her voice small and…scared, almost?
“Yep. The store is pressing charges for disorderly conduct. On both of you.” One officer explained while buckling his seatbelt. “Can’t fight on the biggest shopping day of the year and expect to get away with bad behavior.”
I sat there, dumbfounded. An overnight in jail all because of a little squabble? This didn’t seem right. And the woman next to me? She was as pale as a ghost.
So much for trying to lighten the mood.
Our night was fucked.
CHAPTER THREE
Skylar
On the wayto the station, the officers got another call they had to take and again we were stuck in the car, waiting, still in handcuffs, and I was growing more and more uncomfortable by the second.
The metal dug into my skin, and I feared the marks that would be left behind. I also needed to pee and my stomach growled, considering dinner was hours ago and I’m usually not awake to feel these early morning pains.
I could also feel my walls breaking down the more time passed. Barrett kept trying to talk to me, to lighten the mood, to make better of the situation we were in, and I didn’t want to give in to it. I wanted to ignore him and pray for this little nightmare to be over.
Yet the more I tried, the harder it became.
Until finally, he chipped away enough that my wall started to crumble.
“Okay, okay, it’s Skylar. Now you know. Feel better?”
“I’d feel a lot better if you scooted closer.”
I chuckled. “You don’t give up, do you?”
“I told you I go down fighting. Every time.”
“Does it help you in the bedroom?”
Barrett growled, a sound more like a growl and laugh mixed, but God damn, I felt it through my entire body. “Believe me, sweetheart. I don’t stop until you’re satisfied.” He leaned closer, as much as he could with the handcuffs, and whispered, “My favorite meal is pussy.”
My cheeks burned red hot and my breathing intensified. Holy shit, that was fucking hot.
When I dared a glance at him, he turned one corner of his mouth up in a knowing grin. He thought he was so fucking slick. And there I was falling for it, hook, line, and sinker.Repeat.
“You’ll have to work hard for your favorite meal. I don’t give it away so easily.”
Barrett shrugged his shoulders. “Makes it even more fun.”
I changed the subject before I found myself naked in the back of a police car. Which wouldn’t be possible considering my handcuffs, but I had a feeling we could make it work if we tried hard enough. “Where do you work?”
“Ahh, the getting to know you questions. Shouldn’t we save these for our first date?”
“Never said yes to that. Might as well take what you can get. Beggars can’t be choosers, right?” I zapped him back, loving our flirty teasing, his knowing glances turning me on.
“I highly doubt I’ll be the one begging.” His eyes darkened and I shifted in my seat, suddenly needing a friction I hadn’t felt in a long time. Why did I suddenly get the feeling that I wouldn’t mind begging for him?
You’re attracted to him, hello!
